Burning sky

Who says L.A. doesn't have seasons? The summer ceased to be unusually cool yesterday when the mercury shot up to 100 degrees and it became fire season. At least a couple fires erupted, and one is in Palos Verdes--not far from Pedro, where GR photog Ben Clark lives. Last night I overheard him call his wife and ask her to shut his office windows, possibly so ashes wouldn't mess up his photo gear. Another is closer to my house, in La Canada. At 8:00 this morning it almost looked like dusk. The air smells really ashy, and walking around the reservoir is probably like smoking a pack of cigarettes. Just hoping the Santa Ana Winds don't crank up now...